Ramona Flowers Novels & Stories

She comes to Sunday dinner that afternoon and she tells Elena about the magnolia, and Elena listens with the full quality of attention she gives things that matter, and she says: "Plant the magnolia." "I already ordered it," Clara says. "Of course you did," Elena says. Roberta looks up from her food. "What kind of magnolia?" she asks. This is, for Roberta, the correct and practical question — not why a magnolia but which one, because species matters and the details of a plant are worth knowing accurately. Clara names the variety. Roberta considers this. "That one has very big flowers," she says. "Yes," Clara says. "Frances would have liked very big flowers."

“Oh my god, Isaac.” Overnight, the garden had been filled with Moonlit Roses. Unlike regular roses, Moonlit Roses glowed under the moonlight – hence, their name. Werewolves often used them to express love, and because they were so unique, these flowers were also fairly expensive. To my knowledge, they cost at least a thousand dollars per bloom. And now I was staring at an entire garden filled with them, a breathtaking sea of velvet petals swaying gently in the breeze.

Rosemary As I stood poised to strike, the cavern shuddered violently. Flames from Asmodeus and the golden glow of my magic lit the space in a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Ethan and Asmodeus clashed with unrelenting ferocity, their roars and growls blending with the crackle of fire and the hum of unleashed magic. But my focus stayed locked on Andromeda, who staggered backward, her hands trembling as she tried to summon more shadows.

Lara then asked, "There's no reason to go that far, alright? I've forgiven Ms. Smith already, and those flowers look quite nice. We could just leave them be." Seeing her ashen face, John had a vague feeling that something was strange. "What's gotten into you? What's the issue with uprooting those flowers and planting your favorite moth orchids instead?" Lara took a deep breath, feigning calmness as she said, "That's not what I mean… Ms. Smith has been with you for years, and I don't want to ruin your relationship…"

I shook my head slightly in amusement before finally picking up the bouquet of white roses. “These.” The cashier took them from me carefully. “Romantic choice.” “Not really.” “Hospital flowers are always romantic.” Not when they were technically apology flowers for people who almost died because of my family. But I kept that thought to myself. Ramon moved toward the refrigerated drink section nearby while pretending not to watch me too carefully. I stepped closer to the counter while the cashier wrapped the bouquet. “You never answered my question,” he said casually. “What question?” “Your name.”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

“They’re waiting in the Great Hall. You….. you should wear this.” She held out a garment I had never seen before: silver fabric woven through with threads that caught the light like frost. The Luna’s robe. The one worn only by those who had balanced blood and moon, leader and goddess. I almost laughed. “That’s not for me.” “It is now,” she said gently. The robe felt heavy as she fastened it across my shoulders. It didn’t belong to me, not yet, but the weight of it made my spine straighten. When we stepped into the corridor, silence followed.

I feel like strangling him to death. "Listen to me, Mila-" "It's Camilla! We are not friends!" "Fine, Camilla," he huffs. "About last night -" He suddenly goes quiet, looking at something behind me. I turn to look and I see a man selling flowers walking towards us. Ramon walks towards him and purchases a bouquet of red and white roses. He does the unthinkable. He hands the flowers to me and says huskily, "I am sorry, okay. Just let it go already. I didn't mean to-"

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

Her hair is let loose, and the rich strands of her hair cascaded down her shoulder. She bites her lip, something that Ava usually does and it always turns me the fuck on. Only when Ava does it. Ramona is far different from Ava. Looks, body, complexion, ambition, Status and every thing you can think of. Ramona is a porcelain beauty, white as snow with nice tits. Full and all that shit. She's taller than Ava too. Ramona is from a wealthy family who are politicians and she's a doctor or something like that. Because the last time we talked and parted ways, she just graduated med school. Ava is far from all that. Ava is different. She might not have the class, family, and degree, but she's what I